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By George William Sweeney Ó 2001

She looked up from her drink and saw him across the room.

Immediately the blood rushed to her head. She had to remind herself to breathe.

Her subconscious had recognized the man’s face before she consciously realized who she was looking at.

She quickly pulled a five out of her purse and laid it on the bar. With haste she left.

Her face was still hot in the cool air. Her mind raced to determine if the man she saw really was one of the boys that had raped her thirteen years ago.

She had stayed late at the school working on a project. On her way out three boys, two brothers and their friend, stopped her. They taunted her trying to get her to party with them. When she refused and tried to walk past them one grabbed her and dragged her into one of the classrooms where one of them raped her while the other two helped hold her down. They then took their turns with her, not just once but repeatedly for several hours, forcing alcohol into her during the entire time.

To add to the insult they took her ripped clothes with them when they finally left her.

She tried to report this to the police, but discovered that one of the fathers of the boys was on the Board of commissioners and the other was the sheriff. They had dismissed her claims saying that she evidently got drunk with the boys and consented to sex at the time. They accused her of deciding to accuse them of rape in vengeance for taking her clothes.

At school the boys boasted of having sex with her. This lead to her being ostracized by her friends and harassed by other boys that wanted to party with her.

She choose to move so she would not have to face the daily humiliation.

Now she had returned to the state and was living a few hours away from the school where she had been raped.

She had lost track of where she was while flooded with the memories. She had arrived in the parking lot next to the bar but could not think of where the car was.

As she remembered the attack she could feel their hands all over her again. It revolted her so much that she emptied the contents of her stomach, splattering her shoes and skirt. She felt dirty again and wanted nothing but to shower and scrub the memory of their touch from her skin.

Driving home she remembered that the torment did not end when she moved. A couple of months after the rape she discovered she had contracted VD. She had been a virgin when the rape occurred so it was no doubt that one of the boys was responsible for the VD that rendered her unable to ever hope for children of her own.

She was awakened from the nightmare with the flash of high beams and the blaring of a horn. She had drifted across the center line.

Her head was swimming as she walked into her apartment. She went directly to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. The water was as hot as she could tolerate. She scrubbed her skin red and tender until long after the water had turned cold.

Exhausted, cold and her skin raw she put her robe on and fell on the bed weeping.

The next morning she took her clothes from the night before bundled them up for the trash.

All day long her thoughts kept returning to the rape and humiliation. She felt filthy. She felt angry.

They had ruined her life. Only in the last few years had her life gained some comfort. They never suffered for what they had done to her.

She could not stop thinking of the injustice. They had not only committed a crime against her but they also robbed her of justice.

She pondered what she could do to find justice. After days she realized there was no way she could expect the law to punish them after all of this time, especially since it would be her word against theirs. If there was to be any justice it had to be her extracting the justice.

She returned to the bar for several nights wanting to see if he returned. She had to know if he was one of her attackers.

When she saw him again she remembered the fear and hopelessness she felt during the attack. She fought to keep from succumbing to the feeling again. She again felt lightheaded and her stomach turning.

She cautiously moved closer, trying to stay in shadows to avoid being noticed. Finding a small table vacant she took up observing him.

He had a young girl with him. She was petite and looked as if she was still in high school. As they consumed alcohol he started groping the girl, just as he and his friends had done the weeks after her rape.

He still had a thick dirty blonde hair with a style reminiscent of Elvis. He still had that mole on the back of his left wrist.

She noticed how he would grab drinks from the table and an idea came to her. She could slip him something in a drink.

She spent several days following him to know where she could best approach him. She decided to contact him at another bar he frequented.

The day came. She slowly dressed and applied her makeup. Above all else she did not want to be recognized. She had been trying out making herself look different all week.

She had cut her hair so she could more easily wear a wig. Her hair was a dirty blonde, the wig was auburn. She even found her old contact lenses that changed her eye color. With makeup she even changed her skin hue.

She was glad that she wore gloves. Her hands were sweating. She thought she would throw up as she imagined he might be touching her.

She asked herself if it would be better if she let it go or sought some other way to kill him. She knew she could not let it go. He had to pay for what he had done to her. She thought about hiring someone, but she realized that would give a higher risk of her getting caught.

He was already in the bar, playing pool.

She wanted to order something very hard to drink to calm her nerves but did not want to deter her senses. She had to be sharp.

She got her drink and walked to a table near the pool table. She made sure she was in his line of sight as she sat down. Her skirt was short enough and her neckline was low enough to catch his eye, especially with the breast enhancers she had inserted into her bra, to catch his attention.

She slowly sat down looking at him over the top of her sunglasses. She did catch his eyes. As she crossed her legs his eyes went to between her legs. She felt hot with his gaze. If she had a gun she might have shot him right there. But she did not have a gun, only the powder in her purse.

He came over. Her heart raced and her mouth ran dry. He sat at her table.

"I noticed you."

She had to sip her drink before she could even speak. "Thank you," was all she could say to a pick up line she would never have responded to.

"What do you say we go somewhere else and party."

She was glad that he was not one for any human conversation. "What kind of party are you suggesting?"

"A private one," he said as he reached out and stroked her leg, "just you and me."

She fought the impulse to pull away from his touch. Even her skin wanted to draw away from him.

She forced herself to look at him and smile. "Why not?"

He drove her to his house. As soon as they were in the door he grabbed her and started kissing her. With his hands on her bottom he pulled her close.

She restrained herself as she pushed away from him. "Let’s have a drink first to help the party mood."

Reluctantly he let her go.

"Where do you keep the wine?" She said as she walked into the kitchen.

"There are a couple of bottles in the fridge."

She found a couple of glasses. She poured the vile of powder she had in her purse in one and then added the wine. The powder dissolved readily into the wine. She smelled both drinks to be sure that it could not be detected.

Returning to the living room she handed the drink to him. He sipped it and put it down.

She had to get him to drink the entire thing.

She stepped back from him as he reached for her.

"Sit back and finish your drink. I’ll dance for you, get you more in the mood."

"I’m in the mood now."

She pushed him back to the couch. "Come on, finish your drink while I dance."

She tried to be as seductive a dancer as possible. She tried to recall a couple of movies she had seen where there was an erotic dancer.

He finished his drink and started to get up. She pushed him back onto the couch again. With her other hand she started to unbutton her jacket. She rathered strip for him than let him touch her. Besides, she thought, the poison should take affect any moment.

But after she had finished opening her jacket he jumped up and dragged her onto the couch.

She struggled to keep control of herself. If she started to fight him now he would still be strong enough to kill her before he was finished.

She bit her lip as he pushed his hand under her bra. She could taste the blood in her mouth. She started to stiffen up as his hand went to her thigh. As his hand moved up to her panties she could take it no longer. She shoved him away and ran to the other side of the room.

He laughed at her. "What’s a-matter? Haven’t you ever had a real man before?"

She picked up the closest thing to her, a remote control, and threw it at him. "You are not going to touch me again!"

"If you want it rough that is fine with me."

He rushed her and pinned her against the wall. She wiggled free. Her wig came off.

"Who are you?"

"Don’t you remember me." She screamed. "You raped me don’t even remember my face?" She began throwing whatever she could reach.

When she ran out of things to throw he took a closer look.

"Oh yeah, you are that girl that complained because you didn’t get enough."

She lunged at him. She would beat him to death if she could.

He slapped her hard, knocking her to the ground.

He started taking off his belt. "I’ll show you."

As he started towards her he stumbled. What did you do to me?"

Before he could move towards her again she got up and ran into the kitchen.

She grabbed a knife as he entered the kitchen. She pointed it at him.

"You are not going to use that on me."

She slashed at him as he approached, catching his cheek.

He put his fingers to his cut and licked the blood off.

He knocked her to the floor, she lost the knife.

She struggled as he tore off her panties.

He slapped her a couple more times and got on top of her. She tried scratching at his eyes but her gloves got in the way.

"I should have invited my friends for this party."

Then he let go of one of her arms as he held his head. She pushed him over and got to her feet. He could hardly get on his knees.

She found the knife she had. She started stabbing him until his neck and chest was like hamburger. She paused for a moment before she started hacking at his crouch.

She had blood splattered on her face, gloves and clothes. She was exhausted. She crawled to sit against the counter as she caught her breath.

When her breathing returned to normal. She realized she still had white knuckles from gripping the knife.

She looked at the blood on the knife. Past the knife she could see his body. She brought the knife to her lips and licked off the blood as she would saver some tasty batter from a spoon.

She sat there a few minutes before she got up. She found her wig and wiped the blood off her face and cloths. She had a coat on her bag that she put on.

Putting back on her wig and glasses she found his car keys. She drove his car to a mall where she changed her clothes in the restroom and changed wigs.

Her car was parked at the mall so she could drive home. Getting close she removed her wig.

She scrubbed her skin raw again.

Having been raped a second time she became all the more determined to get the other two that raped her in high school.

She spent a few weeks looking for the second guy that had attacked her in high school. But in the mean time she studied about poisons. She did not want the same mistake as last time.

Each time she thought about his being able to rape her again before the poison started to take effect she just had to take another hot shower. It was as if her skin had turned to rot every where he had touched her. She had scrubbed between her legs and used such harsh douches that she was raw.

She hoped that he did not have AIDS. She would have to go get tested after a couple more months.

But after a few weeks she did find the second accomplice. She figured she could use the same strategy again, except making the poison stronger.

Again she went to the bar he frequented at a time that there were a lot of people were there so that she would not stand out. She had to buy another dress, the other one was ripped when she was attacked. Besides, she could not stand to ever wear it again for any reason. She burned it with the other items she wore the night of the other act of justice.

This rapist was just as easy to get away from the others. She had him take her to his place. She again was able to put the poison into his drink and she did a striptease to delay him and provoke him to drink down the entire glass.

She convinced him that she liked to handcuff her man to get better pleasure. She cuffed his hands behind him and slowly undressed him. She teased his body with hers. Convincing him that she liked slow foreplay when all she wanted was to assure she was in control and he would not be touching her.

She had mixed some sedative with the poison this time to help keep him in his place. By time he was aware that she had slipped him something it was too late. He could not muster the strength to attack her. He was at her mercy. She gagged him to keep him from screaming, as they gagged her.

She kept the knife she killed the other vermin with. She liked the feeling of mutilating the first one and wanted to make this one suffer before he died. She took to carving on him. He had to feel the pain between his legs as they had caused her pain.

She could not know if he died from the poison or the blood-loss. She did not care. She just wanted the pain that he felt to be terrible. She enjoyed the feel of the warm blood as it cooled on her skin.

She cleaned herself up and inventoried everything to be certain that she was not leaving anything behind.

As she was about to leave she notice his pistol by the bed. She was taking a big risk killing these two. So she took the pistol.

She did not rush to find the third rat. She knew that he would have heard about the other two and would wonder if he would be next. She had heard that revenge was best served cold. And cold she would be.

He was not a boozer like the other two. Instead of going to a bar after work he had the habit of going straight home. He would be hard to catch. She needed a new strategy.

Late in the evening she went up to his door and rang the doorbell. He came to the door.

"Hello. My car broke down. Could I use your phone to call a taxi?"

"Maybe I can help you. I know a little about cars."

"No. I need to get home. I'll have a wrecker get it tomorrow. Could I use your phone?"

"Yeah. I'll show you where it is."

He led the way into the corner of the living room. When he turned back around she had the pistol out and was aiming it at him.

"What is this?"

"This is revenge for what you and your friends did to me in high school." She picked up a big pillow from the couch.

"So it was you that killed Jack and Stan." His shoulders drooped as he talked and his hands went up.

"I have been expecting you."

"If it makes any difference I know what we did was wrong." He moved to sit down.

"Keep your hands up."

"I just want to sit."

She was silent so he sat down.

"As I said I know what we did to you was terrible and I am very sorry. I tried to contact you a few years ago to apologize and offer to testify against the other Jack and Stan. But I could not find you."

He lowered his hands and his head. Tears were coming to his eyes. "You have the right to kill me for what I did to you. I should have stopped them. I should have told the police the truth but I didn't."

He looks back up at her. "The why does not matter. We hurt you and I went along with them."

"Hurt me! Can't you even say the word? The word is rape. You and your friends raped me."

"Yes, we raped you. I raped you. How can I now make up for this?"

"You can suffer and die."

"Please, I beg you not to kill me. I do not beg for myself, but my daughter. I'm all she has."

"Why should I show you mercy, none of you showed me any?"

"Her mother died from injuries after being raped herself. I am the only family she has to take care of her."

"No mercy."

As she pulled the trigger a little body came running in front of her crying, "Daddy!"

The bullets hit the little body and she fell to the floor.

"No, No. Why her? I am the one that you should have punished. Not her!"

He scooped her body into his arms and wept into her hair.

She aimed the pistol again at him, but all she saw was the child.

She had to take revenge on him for what he did to her, but the child.

She wanted him to hurt, but the child.

She was going to torture him. She was going to shoot him in the kneecaps, then the crotch, then the arms. Finally she was going to put a bullet between the eyes to end it. But the child.

She dropped the gun right there and ran out of the house, down the road and to the car. She drove straight to her apartment building. What of the child?

She did not remember how she got to the roof of her building. She could only see in her mind how she mutilated both Jack and Stan, then licked their blood from the knife. She liked how it felt to get revenge. But the child.

Was she killing them for revenge or had she grown to enjoy the kill. Last night she had even thought of how she would continue after getting the last of those who raped her. She would enjoy ridding the world of rapist. The courts were not doing the job. But the child.

What had she become? She killed a child. She became not as bad as those who raped and humiliated her, she had become worse. The child.

She was on the edge of the roof. She leaned out, reaching for the child as she fell.

Ó 2001

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